I got home today and was home alone. There has been a bag of plantain chips that have taunted me for days, so, since we had nothing in the house, and with the prospect of an insane 55 hour work week this week.. I just gave in. I ate what was left, and felt horrible.
Which leads me to my second mistake.
I don't want to say exactly what it is, but lets just say the guilt got too overwhelming and I wanted it gone as soon as possible.
Anyhow, realizing that this would lead down a TERRIBLE road, I need some advice on what to do. I hate how food controls my life. When I can't eat what I want, I get depressed. Yet I feel elated when the scale goes down. I hate myself for it. I don't know what to do, and I know if I tell my husband, he'll be absolutely furious. Not with the first mistake, just the second.
Which leads me to my second mistake.
I don't want to say exactly what it is, but lets just say the guilt got too overwhelming and I wanted it gone as soon as possible.
Anyhow, realizing that this would lead down a TERRIBLE road, I need some advice on what to do. I hate how food controls my life. When I can't eat what I want, I get depressed. Yet I feel elated when the scale goes down. I hate myself for it. I don't know what to do, and I know if I tell my husband, he'll be absolutely furious. Not with the first mistake, just the second.















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